One day I was
too tired to meet my
three friends
for drinks at
five o’clock, so I deep-
sixed that idea, and instead went to the
7-Eleven store and
ate
nine corndogs. Within
ten minutes, I felt ill, so I returned to the 7-
Eleven and bought
twelve indigestion tablets for
thirteen dollars. From now on, I’ll leave the junk food
for teens to consume.
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Numbers
If we were having coffee, I’d ask you to pour. I’m still rather stove up from falling off a ladder yesterday. It was more like I “flew off,” with a very hard landing on a cement walkway. I didn’t have the presence of mind to take a selfie. I know that’s protocol these days.
Instead, I had to ward off the all-healing doggie kisses from my eskie Chules, make sure nothing was broken (you know, like my ladder, the screwdriver I’d been holding, the cement walk…), and then make it into the house while I could still manage the porch step.
The good news: I had cold brew coffee on hand, so I didn’t have to set up the coffee maker this morning. And I have poppy seed muffins. Help yourself.
I’ll have to keep this brief, though. I need to try and get Chules out on a walk before the muscle relaxer meds kick in. He was very upset last night when I couldn’t chase him around the house and hold our nightly wrestling match. He’s very good at laying on the guilt, with his whining and pitiful puppy eyes.
Thanks for stopping by. Mind the ladder on your way out. It looks innocent enough, but it has a mean streak a mile wide.
Thank you Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.
Dear Morning Glory:
Despite the beauty of your blossoms,
in your determined quest to reach the sun
you appear to be strangling my currant bush.
While I find both you and the currant bush
aesthetically pleasing, I unfortunately
need to sacrifice one to spare the other.
Contrary to your innocent appearance,
I know you to be quite ruthless in your
climb to the top, and it seems to matter not
whom you strangle in the process.
Please consider this letter to be
your eviction notice. You must
cease and desist from wrapping your tendrils
around the stems of the currant resident.
In order to facilitate your departure,
I am uprooting you from the ground.
While I hope this resolves our conflict,
I suspect you will try to make a comeback.
Be warned:
I will be diligent in
policing my grounds.
Sincerely,
The Keeper of the Pruning Shears
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Spare
dog’s morning kisses lick the sleep from bleary eyes wash away tired dreams
The Daily Post one-word prompt: Dream
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Jubilant
“I see you hiding behind those rocks, brown dog. Yes, I have eyes in the back of my head. Wait… that’s the front of my head. No, no, the back… oh, never mind.”
following my bliss I seem to have lost its scent once it reached my bed
thoughts for a penny such a bargain for wisdom give me all you’ve got
If we were having coffee, I’d warn you to rescue your cup before my photo-bombing Eskie got ahold of it. I shudder to imagine what Chules would be like if he were hyped up on caffeine.
I’d tell you that the weather has been great, and Chules and I have been taking longer walks, getting out to the parks and trails that are so pretty this time of year, with the trees filling out with vibrant green leaves, the wild roses and rhododendrons blooming, and – according to Chules – a plethora of utterly intriguing smells along the paths.
I’d share that my house painting project is moving along at a snail’s pace, but progressing nonetheless. And since there’s no rush, that pace is just fine with me. I seem to have difficulties with being very methodical about the whole thing, so it’s coming together rather piecemeal. But that’s okay, too.
I didn’t paint this morning and instead met with my daughters and grandkids for a nice brunch. While we were watching a very shaggy dog pass by, my youngest daughter commented that my dog Chules looks like a fluffy white ottoman with a cute face and pointy ears. What do you think? Be honest; Chules and I won’t be offended (even though I pretended to be when my daughter made the observation).
I might get out and putter in the yard later today, but I’ll wait for it to cool down some. So we can rest here a bit longer and enjoy the shade as we drink our coffee.
Sit back and put your feet up. Oh! — not there… that’s my dog, not a foot stool. It’s alright. Anyone could have made that mistake. Apparently.
Thank you to Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.
You can fly, but you can’t hide…
Or can you?
Eurasian Collared Dove on top of power pole.
Northern Flicker in gravel.
Mallard Duck in fountain.
American Robin in pine tree.
Okay, sometimes you really can’t hide:
Chicken, not hiding very well behind tree. Can’t fly very well, either.
Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Hiding or Camouflaged
What Rhymes with Stanza? 